The Perfection of Silence

The Perfection of Silence

A Poem by Phibby Venable

The Perfection of Silence

The way he sits with pale legs crossed politely,
easing into elevators & into the waiting room,
big eyed, white & empty.
In the house, by the window, near the bed,
in the downstairs, pressing dead lips together
in a statement of nothingness.
And in your recliner, stretched the length of you,
watching nothing but the tv, unaware & void,
his face without expression, enthusiasm, plans,
his eyes a magnificent mimic,
drooped and dead pan.

© 2009 Phibby Venable

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Dear Phibby,

What a horrible dipiction of a man devoid of life's energy, caught in a state of hopelessness and nothingness, sapped of life. This is simply a miserable state and you've captured it very graphically. Thanks for your insights into this state of being. I hope it isn't something you witness on a daily basis.

Well done.

Best regards,


Posted 15 Years Ago

This leaves me without words Phib, it's not a happy feeling I'm left with. It's not silent perfection There's really nothing else to be said. Like Em I've read and re read and will re read it.

Posted 15 Years Ago

wow, I think I need to read it again a time or two to let the qualities sink in . . . :)

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Added on May 13, 2009


Phibby Venable
Phibby Venable

abingdon, VA

About I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..


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